Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.